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20070521

A Loud Grateful Shoutout (Part 2)

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You know there's so so so so so so much to life that we can find out of? Doors we could open that we rather close because the information might be too overwhelming?

What do you define as depth in a person? Or maturity, or wisdom?

I've learnt that maturity and wisdom is never comes definite with age, or academic intelligence. Or with the advice we give others younger than us, or the clothes we wear or the way we look. Sometimes, I wish some people older than me had more wisdom, so that I can truly and utterly have a peace of mind, knowing that I can lean on their knowledge, and they can make decisive choices in their lives that won't make me worry.

But at the end of the day, even if they can't make wise decisions and have the amount of expected maturity we think they would have. It all boils down to one thing; love. I can always expect Mum or Dad or them to have that wisdom that would make me feel well-assured. But if they can't, does that mean I condescend them? Or give them any lesser respect than I should give? No. Because I love them.

And when there's love. You learn to compromise. You learn to love their inabilities, and respect them even more to know that they're merely human like anyone else - me included, and not perfect beings. You learn to work around their bad points, and find comfort in their good ones.



So I thank you.

I thank you God for You. For not giving up on me when I wanted to. And I thank you for all friendships; past, present and the ones we're trying to work out for in the future. Every single dude and dudette, everyone that I've been in touch with.
The tiny gestures. The prayer-requests for me, the tiny sachet of chocolates for working hard on church design - with a note of encouragement, the goodnight smses after a long day. They all make me smile and thank God. I remember them all, and I thank them all.

Everyone needs a pat on the back once in awhile. And I've learnt that it's always give and take, and as much as people are there for me, I will step out in boldness, and truly try to make God proud as I aim to be a History Maker.


Nothing less.

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SY wrote at 3:42 pm